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offers to return to my country, you shall be my com
Yar. What! cross the seas Inkle. Yes. Help me to discover a vessel, and you shall enjoy wonders. , You shall be decked in silks, my brave maid, and have a house drawn with horses to carry you. Yar. Nay, do not laugh at me—but is it so 2 Inkle. It is indeed 1 Yar. Oh wonder! I wish my countrywomen could
But won’t your warriors kill us?
Inkle. No, our only danger on land is here.
Yar. Then let us retire further into the cave. Come —your safety is in my keeping.
Inkle. I follow you—Yet, can you run some risk in following me?
[O say, Bonny Lass.]
Ah 1 no, I could follow, and sail the world over,
Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover;
The winds, which blow round us, your arms for my pillow,
Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're rock'd by each billow.
O say then, my true love, we never will sunder,
Manent TRUDGE and Wow's KI.
r.Trudge. Why, you speak English as well as I, my little Wowski. Wows. Iss. Trudge. Iss! and you learnt it from a strange man, that tumbled from a big boat, many moons ago, you say? . \ sWows. Iss—Teach me—teach good many. Trudge. Then, what the devil made them so surprised at seeing us! was he like me? [Wowski shakes her head..] Not so smart a body, mayhap, Was his face, now, round and comely, and—eh ! [Stroking his chin..] Was it like mine 2 Wows. Like dead leaf-brown and shrivel. Trudge. Oh, ho, an old shipwrecked sailor, I warrant. With white and grey hair, eh, my pretty beau- . ty spot: Wows. Iss; all white. When night come, he put it in pocket. . Trudge. Oh! wore a wig. But the old boy taught you something more than English, I believe? Wows. Iss. . 'rudge. The devil he did What was it? - Wows. Teach me put dry grass, red hot, in hollow white stick. | Trudge. Aye, what was that for 2 | Wows. Put in my mouth—go poff, poff! Trudge. Zounds ! did he teach you to smoke 2 Wows. Iss. ... Trudge. And what became of him at last 2 What | did your countrymen do for the poor fellow 2 | Wows. Eat him one day—Our chief kill him. Trudge. Mercy on us! what damned stomachs, to swallow a tough old tar! Ah, poor Trudge | your killing comes next. Wows. No, no-not you—no—[Running to him angiously.]
Trudge. No 2 why what shall I do, if I get in their paws .
Wows. I fight for you!
Trudge. Will you ? Ecod she’s a brave goodnatured wench she’ll be worth a hundred of your English wives.—Whenever they fight on their husband’s account, it's with him instead of for him, I fancy. But how the plague am I to live here 2
Wows, I feed you—bring you kid.
[One day, I heard Mary say.]
White man, never go away—
And when all the sky is blue,
Trudge. Zounds! leopard's skin for winter wear, and feathers for a summer’s suit ! Ha, ha! I shall look like a walking hammer-cloth, at Christmas, and an upright shuttlecock, in the dog days. And for all this, if my master and I find our way to England you shall be part of our travelling equipage; and, when I
get there, I'll give you a couple of snug rooms, on a. first floor, and visit you every evening, as soon as I come from the counting-house. Do you like it 2 Wews. Iss. Trudge. Damme, what a flashy fellow I shall seem in the city I’ll get her a white boy to bring up the tea-kettle. Then I'll teach you to write and dress hair. Wows. You great man in your country Trudge. Oh yes, a very great man. I’m head clerk of the counting-house, and first valet-de-chambre of the dressing-room. I pounce parchments, powder hair, black shoes, ink paper, shave beards, and mend pens. But hold ! I had forgot one material point— you ar’n’t married, I hope 2 Wows. No: you be my chum-chum ! Trudge. So I will. It’s best, however, to be sure of her being single; for Indian husbands are not quite so complaisant as English ones, and the vulgar dogs might think of looking a little after their spouses. Tut you have had a lover or two in your time; eh, Wowski? Wows. Oh, iss—great many—I tell you.
Wows. Wampum, Swampum, Yanko, Lanko, Nanko, | Pownatowski, Black men—plenty—twenty—fight for me, White man, woo you true? Trudge. Who? Wows. You. Trudge. Yes, pretty little Wowski t Wows. Then I leave all, and follow thee. , Trudge. Oh then turn about, my little tawnytightone! Don't you like me? Wows. Iss, you're like the snow ! If you slight one Trudge. Never, not for any white one ; You are beautiful as any shoe.
Wows. Wars, jars, scars, can't expose ye,
Make your bed.
ACT THE SECOND.
The Quay at Barbadoes, with an Inn upon it. People employed in unlading vessels, carrying bales of goods, &c.
Enter several PLANTERs.
1st Plant. I saw her this morning, gentlemen, you may depend on’t. My telescope never fails me. I popp'd upon her as I was taking a peep from my balcony. A brave tight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly for Barbadoes here.
2d Plant. Ods, my life rare news | We have not had a vessel arrive in our harbour these six weeks. 3d Plant. And the last brought only Madam Narcissa, our Governor’s daughter, from England; with a parcel of lazy, idle, white folks about her. Such cargoes will never do for our trade, neighbour. 2d Plant. No, no; we want slaves. A terrible